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She had acted on an impulse and agreed to joining him for a late-night swim in the sea; not the pool that was a glorious part of the holiday villa that they all shared. The others had gone to bed, the worse for wear after a boisterous dinner at a local beachside restaurant, her daughter, Melanie, insisting on coming along with baby Jenny until the noise became too much and the child had begun to wail. By then both Melanie and Ken, her husband, had drunk more than made it wise for them all to go for a dip.
What a thrill to do something so spontaneously!
Guy's impetuous ways had soon struck a chord in her. She was glad to have moments alone with him and to be taken out of only too ordered ways as far as her condition ever allowed and a strained marriage to Ken aroused. But Guy's continued displays of concern for her and that she should enjoy her holiday in Florida, to the max, prevailed once more. She drew comfort from his vitality and wish to be in her company whenever that was possible.
That she was a counterpoint to her daughter's often snippy ways was a concern, but she had learned to live with that and she had even come to depend on Guy's attentive ways as a surrogate for what played out in her life when they were not together.
They had an uncommon bond that confounded and pleased her in equal measure. Now, as they reached the edge of the surf, the sky above them a myriad of stars, and the air balmy, she wavered. The bandages to her wrists had been removed, at his prompting, and she had the opportunity to swim unhindered by them, the pain from arthritic joints suppressed by medication that she swallowed and that alcohol was not to be mixed with.
But emotion overcame her judgment in agreeing to be with him.
'Don't be nervous...I'll be near to you.'
He said it as his billowing shirt was drawn away, over his body, and Guy stood beside her in a pair of swimming shorts that she had seen him wear before when they had all frolicked on the beach.
She really couldn't wear a bikini, or swimming suit, that shaped her as his shorts had done, and would do again now. She could only imagine this, and not see it, in the light that fell upon them from the heavens.
'Come on,' he urged. 'Heat and alcohol don't mix...as the others have found out.'
'And my condition keeps me away from...'
'Be still on that now, Els, please. Make the moment special...'
Guy stood waist deep in the surf and she took in the look of the man upon her in the evening light, his teasing ways impossible to ignore and that she conceded to. They were far enough away from the cabin for the others not to see them and what she felt compelled to do.
'Oh, why not...what have I got to lose?' she said in recognition of what prevailed in her mind; that they had but two days left of their Florida holiday and she wanted to live the time out so very differently. The others would be unable to see what was playing out between them, all that she could discover so impetuously and with Guy's encouragement.
She dropped her dress, and beach bag, onto the sand and ran into the sea, tumbled into the water on a soft laugh of dismay at what she was doing, and made her way to him. As she stood up, she; adjusted the fit of her halter-neck bikini and then her briefs. It flattered her fulsome figure and left nothing to Guy's imagination of what she could bring to his gaze and touch. She had worn it before, but their circumstances now were quite different.
They knew the clock was running down on their holiday together, their bond made all the stronger from what had been enjoyed by them all as far as Ken's times on the local golf courses allowed.
'Well, what's it to be...lovely Side Escort Els?' He asked it softly, on feeling her search for his hand before she was drawn into his impetuous embrace. 'We have a special moment...'
'Only this...being with you like this,' she confessed.
It would be only too destructive to concede, but she yearned for it. She had felt the gnaw of anticipation as they had strolled across the sand, chattering and sharing in moments and surroundings so different from their life back home, until they had reached the water's edge.
'Stay close to me, like this...' he urged, holding out a hand that she took after only a moment's second thoughts.
Elspeth rose, put her arms impetuously about his neck and met an improbable kiss, behaved brazenly as she felt compelled to respond to him and to be lifted into Guy's arms and to wrap her legs around his waist. She would know of his kisses to her skin; the press of his lips to the swell of her breasts and their gentle, clamping touch to her nipples, all of them claims that she had all but forgotten could bring such unbounded joy, and the prospect of so much more, from a man...the rush of longing that she knew should go unrequited.
'Guy...Guy...this is crazy, what we're doing!'
'Forgive me...for wanting moments alone with you,' he asked through their kisses.
Elspeth trembled on feeling this brazen, unsolicited, act of homage being paid to her body. She moved her hips and pressed against his questing touches, so brazenly pursued and that she wished to know of.
'I'm lost, Guy...so utterly lost!' She said it as she raised her face to the sky and languished in his embrace, felt his lips to her skin, the press of his fingers to where she ached for hm to be taken, touches that sent shivers of aberrant longing for her son-in-law coursing through her body. 'I'm so lost in this...what you're doing to me!'
'As I am now...Els. As I am, now...you wonder.'
He lusted after a woman who resolutely refused to give in to a debilitating condition, that of arthritis. She withstood its destructive effects with grace and continued to take pride in her appearance. She retained a captivating attractiveness in her slender, voluptuous, form.
'You make me feel that way...wrong as it is...all of it...all of this!' She shuddered on feeling his questing touches and caresses upon her, the easing aside of her bikini briefs to make that possible.
'Be close to me...let go of it all...take your mind off everything but us being here.'
They dipped down into the water, their claims upon each other unseen and purposeful.
'I'm ashamed of what I'm doing, but...but I want you to touch me...just to touch me, please...like this...and...yes...like that...and, yes, again...yes, there!'
Els held him fiercely, felt his lips on her breasts, through her bikini top, as his agile fingers slowly caressed her, the waves making them rise and fall in time with their acts of sharing the moments available to them.
For now, in the soothing and warming waters of the ocean, she felt strangely wanton and would know of it differently. She would feel the rush of rejuvenation course through her body and she would live for the day and every moment that it offered. She would surrender to everything that Guy's lips and fingers brought to her. It was destructive behaviour, disloyal and wanton, but she craved Guy's homage and attention. She yearned to know of loving acts that Ken rarely pursued with her now, his remoteness arousing her suspicions that he was again having an affair.
Guy's behaviour now revealed a harsher, sharper, reality to how life had become for her, more of an existence that was only too real and different. She Side Escort Bayan sought to pursue every moment with Guy that she could and now embraced him, fiercely, as he began to touch her in ways that had her lose all sense of reason, to draw in her breaths quickly and shudder in her pleasure. She could bask in the love and attention of a different, younger, man for her.
'Let it all go, Els...let it all go...share it all with me. You've seen how Melanie is with me now and that having Jenny will not change...'
'Guy?' she said, dismay in her voice, as she felt his fingers unbutton the fastening of her bikini briefs at her hip.
'Take them off...put an arm though one opening...to keep them with you.'
'And...and you'll do the same...with your swim shorts?'
'Yes...I want to love with you...share that with you...here...now...while we can. Do that for me, please?' He asked it of her as he kissed her lips, moved to kiss the swell of her breasts shaped so enticingly by her bikini top, the press his lips to her nipples, all the while his fingers nimbly working to bring her on.
Elspeth trembled as she was made to stand in the surf and felt him undress, felt him take her hand and bring it to his hard, arcing length of flesh, its tip pressed against her belly, the gentle roll of the surf easing and lifting her to him in a sensual rhythm.
'You scare me with what you feel...your certainty in what you want from me.'
'We help each other with what goes on in another life. It's no secret to you as it is to me...'
Elspeth felt the brush of his swimming shorts to her skin as he helped her remove her briefs. She was soon in his arms again and her legs wrapped around his waist, his fingers sliding smoothly and certainly to open the way for him to settling her on him. She felt the tip of his penis brush her opening, felt herself with a hand pushed between them. She felt Guy shiver as, together, they guided him to her opening, his movements in claiming her slow and purposeful until she knew he could go into her no further.
She heard him sigh, felt he press of his lips to her throat as she was impaled on him, was blissfully possessed by his searching length of flesh, his movements and that of the swell unlike anything she had shared with a man before. It felt quite wonderful.
'Oh Guy...oh Guy! This is crazy!' she gasped, clinging to his neck as he sought to make love to her, to bring to her a forbidden and furious pleasure.
They stumbled in the surf as he took her; made Els rise and fall slowly before he pulled her down on him in a deepening plunging strokes that had her shuddering in wanton pleasure and fear for what he sought of her. His lips found her breasts and she heard his snorts of effort. A few seconds more of this and her body began to jerk and shudder.
'Guy!' she gasped, fiercely clutching his neck and stifling her cries with his sought-after kisses. Her body was wracked by her orgasm, his movements provoking another to follow on quickly, her breaths caught in her throat as she was taken out of all known ways of loving.
Elspeth was still shaking as Guy carried her to the edge of the surf and she was made to lie back. He stood over her, for an instant, then knelt down between her thighs so that she could reach for him, sensed how enormous his penis was, a trembling length of flesh that she wanted to find her, again.
'I...I haven't made it...not yet,' he kissed.
Guy rested on his elbows and knees and slowly lowered himself into her as she opened the way to his entry, before her legs wrapped around his body.
'Fill me...be quick!' she urged breathlessly.
'Els...Els, I...I ache for you...I'm lost in this moment.'
'As Escort Side I am...can't believe that we are together like this...I'm lost!' she gasped on encouraging his entry. Would she have the strength to discover the pleasure that she craved to share with him?
Guy took her to him in long, fierce thrusts. His penis was so thick it stretched her and she gasped out in pleasure and wanton abandon, held his upper arms and moved her buttocks up off the sand, and out of the soft surges of the sea, anxious for him to continue driving it in and out. When he did, he went into a frenzy. She felt his balls slap her buttocks as he took her body lustfully, calling out in response to her soft cries of abandon and longing for what he brought.
'Deep...let it go in me...oh...oh Guy! Oh...oh fuck!'
He silenced her sniggers with kisses. Guy then responded in her words. 'I'm loving with a wonderful woman!'
Elspeth's feet thrashed in the surf as she bucked her hips to wrench and tug on him, to encourage these wild claims on her aching body. She drew on her remaining energy and strength, Hugo's lustful ways devastating her remaining control. She still clutched her bikini briefs and they grazed his skin in her frenzied compliance to his taking of her. His actions aroused the lustful, uninhibited woman in her, made her body feel on fire.
'Els...Els!' he gasped on feeling at the edge, that he was losing control, the drive of his hips and snatched kisses a prelude to his orgasm, the gnawing ache in his belly impossible to bear any longer. 'Els...oh Els!'
'Let it go! Let it all go in my...darling!' she gasped, clutching at his neck as she felt him burst, to thrust deep into her and to stay there as his jetting streams filled her in tingling rushes. Elspeth shuddered in her orgasm, claimed him by clamping his body with her arms and legs. She failed to avoid his kisses, shared in them as the frenzy of their rut slowly ebbed away. 'Reckless...we're so reckless!'
He smoothed her sodden hair from Els's face and she met his renewed kisses, gasped as Guy clamped her breasts fiercely before he drew them to his lips, her nipples hard through the fabric of her flimsy bikini's top.
'Reckless...yes, but so wonderful...wild and wonderful. You did it all for me...made me love you in the wildest of ways...wonderful ways! Forgive me...'
'No, I'll thank you for making me love with you and like this.'
When it was all over, they stepped into their swimming togs and returned to where their clothes still lay. Guy embraced her out of a deep affection and gratitude.
Elspeth clamped his questing hands to her breasts and lifted her face to the sky as he kissed her throat.
'I'll forgive you everything...what you've just done for me. I know it was wrong and so utterly disloyal, but I needed to be loved again and like that. You have made my life feel real again, if only for a few moments. I became someone else.'
They resumed their stroll through the surf and returned to the cabin, speaking casually and with some distance now to be seen between them.
'You've been a wonder in being with me like we were,' he confessed as they stood in the shadow of the ramp that led up from the beach to their holiday beach-house. 'I wanted to see and love the beauty in you...set that bird free again. I've sinned...'
'You have, Guy...darling...we have. But you've shown me a way through so I hope that we may sin again...yes?' she asked on a soft laugh, slipping her long, slender fingers over his back, under his beach shirt and breathing in the heat of her young lover. She felt, again, the hard swell of him against her belly. 'Be with me when you can...if you can't mend what you have with Melanie. I'll manage things, somehow, whichever way life goes for us. The pleasure I'll find with you takes my mind off the pain I so often feel.'
'I'll do that and whenever my conscience allows.'
They parted on a long, slow, kiss.
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